Alright..been awhile, but here's the latest chapters. I got this idea at one in the morning and ran with it till three...Oh and if you look real close, you'll find that I his a little excerpt from the last chapter in there...actually, it's really pretty easy to find so no excuses! I suppose I should warn you there's one or two swears or curses or cusses, whatever you wanna call 'em, in here. OTher than that, this chapter's fairly clean, except, of course, for a little bit of barely implied incest, but it's not really so shut the hell up and read! And review!
Sean sighed as he lay on his bed. Nira was lying asleep against him with her head on his chest. She was so beautiful, but again, he found himself thinking of only one girl: Desiree LeBeau. What had happened over these last few weeks? He was so happy with Desiree, and he left her for the worst reason someone could…just because her dad wasn't for it at the moment. Had he waited only hours later, though he still had no idea of this, things would have been perfect.
He could picture how much better his life would be. He'd be here with Desiree right now…he wouldn't feel so guilty and the now cruel angst would be rather nonexistent.
"Seany," Nira groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
"That's gotta be the most awkward question I've ever heard from someone who just woke up."
"That doesn't matter," she whined, "tell me what you're thinking about."
"You," Sean lied. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, me? I was just thinking about how much better my life would be if I never met you and I'd stayed in my relationship with Desiree. You remember, the girl who slapped you.' Yeah, because he was really going to say that.
"What about me?" she asked with a sleepy smile, happy to hear she was on his mind.
"How beautiful you look when you sleep," he answered quite subtly.
"Only when I sleep?"
"You asked me what I was thinking."
"And now I'm asking you if I only am beautiful while I sleep."
"No, you're always gorgeous…now go back to sleep, Nira," he whispered. Sean raised a hand and began running it slowly through her hair.
"What did you and that guy talk about?"
"What guy?"
"The one that came in here a last week," she stated with that tone that just screamed 'duh!'
"Isaac?"
"If that's his name."
"Nothing," Sean shrugged.
"Sean Samuel Worthington you answer me when I ask you a question," Nira said with a slight giggle at the end. She'd heard Paige Guthrie-Worthington call him that when she was angry or serious, and figured she'd give it a try and see how it worked.
Sean winced, "Oh, don't do that, Miss Nira Reynolds…That's not fair, you never told me your middle name."
"Don't change the subject! What did you two talk about?"
"You, okay?"
"You couldn't be talking about me, that boy doesn't even know me, and even if he did, you talked for over two hours, I couldn't talk about myself that long."
"And Desiree."
"She's your…"
"Ex-girlfriend, yeah. But don't worry about this, okay? It's just some…unresolved issues between Isaac and me. He's got the hots for her, she doesn't like him like that and apparently is still hung up on me and I guess a bit depressed that I haven't said a word to her since she got here…and probably that I spend all of my time with you."
"Oh…" Nira whispered, looking at the comforter of the bed. "So…do you still like her? Even a little? I mean, you two were going out for a few weeks and knew each other for a while…you gotta like her still, right?"
"Like her how?"
"Either way."
"Yeah," he answered simply.
"Yeah how?"
"Both."
"Do you like her more than me?"
"Wouldn't that be rather apparent, Nira? Does it look like I'm in bed with her right now?"
"Well, it didn't seem like she would let you if you wanted to, so I wanna know, Seany…tell me. I can handle it if you do…"
"What do you want me to say, Nira? 'Yeah, I love Desiree still and whenever I'm around you or anyone else all I can think of is Desiree', is that what you wanted to fuckin' hear!" he yelled, finally. Yelling always did make the boy feel better…though it made others feel worse when they were being yelled at.
Tears began spilling down Nira's cheeks as she leaped from the bed and ran across the room, out the door, down the hall to wherever she may have been headed.
Sean sighed and laid his head against the pillow. Great…it was two in the morning, there was no chance of him catching any sleep before dawn came about, and more importantly he'd more than likely lost his girlfriend. That was two in less than a month. Hey, that's great!
The next morning, a soft knock came from the door of Sean's room.
Sean, who hadn't slept that night, glanced at the door, "Who is it?"
"Shae."
"Shae? Who's Shae?" Sean had never heard of a Shae…had he?
"Can I please come in?"
"Uh, yeah, it's open."
A beautiful girl, somewhere between the height of 5'2" and 5'4" opened the door and appeared before Sean. She had long, curly, blond hair and a pale complexion. There was a certain innocence that radiated from her body. She was clad in shorts that all the girls seemed to be wearing, seeing as it was summer, that were shorter and tighter than shorts were meant to be, and a t-shirt that read "The Used" in an old English manner. Hm, at least she liked good music.
"My name is Shae Worthington," she said with a light blush.
"Come again?" Sean said confusedly and quickly as he drew in a jagged breath.
"I'm your step-sister, from Elizabeth and Warren."
Was that true? He had a sister? Wait, how could his dad not tell him he had a sister? Or his mother either! Wait a second, more importantly…he'd just checked out his sister!
"Uh…are you…sure?"
"Unless you're not Sean Samuel Worthington, son of Warren Worthington III and Paige Guthrie."
"Somebody's done their research…why are you here…I mean…not to be rude, but how is it I never knew of you?"
"Well…you've been away for over four years and…and dad was never all that honest with you about everything."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I'm not your only sister."
Sean's eyes widened even more were it possible. "Wait…I have another sister? Are you kidding me? Where the hell have you all been?"
"Well, for the past for years, we've been here. And yes, you have another sister…and a brother as well."
"Is this a joke? How am I supposed to believe you when you're telling me I have two sisters and a brother I never heard a damn word about?"
"Sean, why would I lie to you? Do you think I get a rush from lying to people and saying they have family that they don't?"
Sean sighed. Could he really believe this girl…Shae? Now that he looked at her more closely, she really did look like his…their dad. And from the pictures he'd seen, she looked a bit like Elizabeth, too. More importantly, why was he still checking her out? He just found out she was his sister and he was still looking her over!
"Sean, do you believe me?"
"Where were you…before you came here?"
"We lived with mum in England."
He took in a deep breath and ran both his hands through his long blond hair. "How long did you know…about me?"
"I learned of you only just after you arrived here. Angie and Angel don't know about you…at least they haven't told me they know about you. I came here because I wanted to see how true it was…I'd heard your name floating around the mansions…gossip travels fast here, as I'm sure you remember."
"Angie and Angel…would those be…?
"Yes, our older brother and sister. They're twins. Their actual names are Angela and Angelo, but they prefer Angie and Angel probably because it keeps them from having almost the same name. They look a lot alike, but they really hated being named like that."
"Wait a second here…our older brother and sister? How old are you?"
"Fifteen, why?"
"Fifteen…no…that can't be, because that's younger than I am and you can't be younger than I am because that would mean dad and…Are you absolutely sure you're the daughter of Warren and Betsy? Are…are you sure it's not Warren and Paige?"
Shae looked down with a tear in her eye. She nodded her head slightly, "Sean, dad and my mum, they…I guess you would call it an affair."
Sean jumped to his feet, staring at the girl. "What?"
"I saw a letter that mum sent to dad just after I was born. He sent it back to mum though, so no one would find it…because of business, I think. But she explained that it was one night when they were both drunk…I'm pretty sure it was here, in America. She said that she would raise me by herself, without the help of dad in any way at all. She told him if he sent any money or anyone to help or anything, she'd burn the money or kill the person…I think she was serious because mum isn't the kind of person who'd joke about that kind of thing. But she never told me why I never really met my dad, and I never asked, at least...when I was older and found out from that letter."
Sean kneeled down, holding his face in his hands, trying to figure this all out.
"Sean, are you okay…?" Shae asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm just dandy, Shae," he muttered.
"I'm sorry, brother, I shouldn't have come here. I was being immature to think that maybe having another brother would be fun…I'll leave now," Shae walked away slowly from Sean's room without any attempt on Sean's part to keep her there.
Only an hour or two later, another knock came from Sean's door. "How many people am I gonna have to talk to within forty-eight hours?" he grumbled. "Who is it?" Sean asked, turning his head to look at the door.
"It's me," a girl's voice sounded through the wooden door.
"Alright, come in," he groaned, sitting up in the bed.
The girl opened the only thing separating the two of them, and walked gracefully through the room to sit beside Sean. She leaned down, smiling like an angel while her eyes resumed the look of a demon. As if possessed by Providence itself, her tender lips pressed against his own as her tongue glided through his entrance and danced with his tongue.
Wait! This wasn't a dream…She was in his room and…well how the hell did this happen? Sean pulled away staring at her in awe. "Desiree, what the hell are you doing?"
Desiree looked at him with wide eyes, "Nira told meh…"
"Nira told you what?"
"That…that ya still love meh…"
"Are you kidding me?"
Desiree shook her head. "Sean…do ya?" she asked, raising her hand to touch his cheek.
Sean sighed and drew in a jagged breath. "Desi, we can't do this…Not today, too much is going on."
Desi looked at the ground, "Seany…what's goin' on that's more important than y'own happehness?"
"You'd be surprised."
